I took Jeep sailing last weekend. To be more accurate, I took him to my Aunt and Uncle’s house for a BBQ graduation party for my cousin David and THEN I took him sailing.
Yes, Jeep has met the family. I guess I’m comfortable with his long term possibilities.
So after we hung out at my aunt and uncle’s debating car repairs, we drove off and headed into the City. San Francisco, that is.
My PTSD kicked in while I was driving with Jeep and I told him I hated his driving. I was white knuckling it all the way.
He took it all in stride (being in the military made him familiar with PTSD so he was sympathetic). He tried to drive better. Tried.
We got to the dock with minutes to spare and hopped on the sailboat. A sunny warm day in SF turned into a freezing, cold, wet day.
Jeep and I froze our tails off:
Surprisingly, we didn’t make out. Although we did huddle together for warmth and held hands.
We got sprayed a few times by the ocean waves, so we were wet by the time we got back to shore.
We practically ran to Jeep’s car to get to the heater and warm up.
Then we decided to go back to my aunt and uncle’s home for some tasty grub.
My cousin Jennifer, her husband, and their daughter were there along with my cousins Nick, Matt, and Matt’s boyfriend Gibby.
While we stuffed our faces we were entertained with my cousin Jennifer and my Aunt Stacey at their finest.
They explained the “Stop and Laugh” to me.
It’s when you’re laughing so hard you have to stop. And get your shit together.
All in all, it was a wonderful day and a great night. The sail, while cold, was beautiful and refreshing and the company was simply the best.